(You’re engaging in Lewd Handholding with your wives. Black Swan on your left, Acheron on your Right.))

Black Swan: “Hehe, your hand is soft and warm, Trailblazer~…”

Acheron: “Your…hand…I wanna hold it forever…” Stoically

They both grasp your small hands a little tighter as the three of you walk around Penacony.